A Past Dance
It's our fault, it's our mistake.
I love him, he loves me
Like a demonic circle
we run to each other
only to run away
We've said our good-byes
And started our new lives
Without each other.
I listen to him, as he speaks to me
As he speaks to me of love and regret
It's my fault, I was not always there for
Him, when he needed me most.
But now, we speak of regret,
Utter words of regret.
He knows where I am,
He knows I'm waiting for another,
I know that he has another,
But regret runs deep.
We cry a little,
And maybe destiny tells us that it's time.
It was our dance,
It was our dance,
But now, we can only look,
We can only look at a past dance.
This poem is copyright 2003 Syntinen , to whom comments may be sent.
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